I told him that I thought God was telling me to write a book.
He frowned. “You spend so much time writing as it is,” he said a bit roughly, “are you saying that you’ll be on the computer more?”
The conversation continued and left me in turmoil. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea, or just a personal wish. Maybe it wasn’t something God was asking me to do.
We came to an uneasy conclusion. I could write. And he would give his blessing but I knew he struggled with it.
I tried to be careful to write while he was gone and spend time with him when he was around. But deep down, I was still wondering.
One night, soon after it was finished, he didn’t come to bed until two in the morning. He slipped in, picked up my hand, kissed it and I felt the tears on his cheek. “It’s good,” he whispered, “It’s really, really good. And I’m so proud that you’re mine and that you were faithful to write. And what you’re doing is good. Forgive me for ever discouraging you.”
When I told him six months later that I thought I should write another book, he just smiled.
I love that he’s willing to change.
That he clearly states his thoughts on a subject and just as clearly acknowledges when he was acting out of selfish motivation. I am in awe of this trait and I want to learn from him.
Has your husband ever changed his opinion or attitude toward something that you love?
The ability to change is actually a priceless trait. One that is easy to skim over in other people, and difficult to actual live out in oneself. (at least for me!) But definitely something worth of honoring. 🙂